Stephen Mejias

WP: You do know tomorrow's his birthday, right?

I suppose it was about five years ago. Erica was explaining that some dude had accidentally erased all of the music on her "iPod." This, apparently, was some sort of tragedy. I tried to sympathize. "I can't believe that jerk! Are you alright?" I consoled.

To tell the truth, I didn't want to come into the office today. Amazing, I know. And it didn't have all to do with the rain and the wind and the unusually cool June air, though those were factors. Mostly, it had to do with a">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/010207everything/">a hummingbird. I wanted to stay home and strum the guitar in tune with all those sounds that were happening outside. But I did the next best thing.

I suppose, if he wanted to, Ariel could stop for a bit and take a look into last year, to read of how Kristina Roman saw things — from">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/062206krlucky/">from her lucky charms perspective. It wouldn't be absolutely necessary, but it might prove interesting. I, as you know, enjoy the casual look back.

You know how it is when you hear a strange new word for the first time, and then, all of a sudden, you start hearing that strange new word everywhere? Where had that word been for the previous twenty-eight years of your life and why is it surrounding you now?

A couple of nights ago, walking down Madison Avenue, on my way home from work, I had to stop and enjoy this view.